It wasnāt the first time Phoenix had burst into the clinic. He came by to try and convince Will or his father to stitch him up for free. (It worked most of the time.) Or heād come by and try to steal Will away to have lunch or participate in whatever plan he thought he could talk the other boy into. It was, however, the first time heād done so following their fight. Best friends argued. Best friends fought. Sometimes, best friends threw punches. Those friends werenāt Phoenix and Will. This was the first time something like this had happened and it was difficult to try and figure out.
Running up to the counter, he slammed his hands on the counter. The receptionist looked less than impressed.Ā āI need to see baby Will,ā he announced, only to be told Will was going to be seeing patientsĀ instead of guests. Groaning loudly, he grabbed the stapler which was on the counter. Cursing softly in anticipation, he stuck his thumb into the stapler andĀ slammed it down.
āFuck fuck fuck.ā It had worked. There was a staple going through his thumb now.Ā āNow, I am a patient who needs to see baby Will. There were drops of blood beading up on the nail.Ā āPreferably soon because that... actually really hurt.ā